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I cut off my husband's family after he passed away.

Yes, me, that's the blade cutting off.

Got it.

And this comes directly from the R-slash-OK Storytime Separate.

My husband and I, him 33 and I, 31 when he passed, had known each other since I was 12 or 13 years old.

He was my brother's best friend in high school.

I worked for my dad and was around our family when I was married to my ex.

We started seeing each other after a year of me being separated from my ex,

and shortly after we found out I had gotten pregnant.

This was a huge deal because I already had three kids with my ex-husband. And my husband had been a bachelor his whole life. So it was going to be a major change from. By the way, this comes from No Corner 9398. And if you want to submit your own stories, go to the R slash OK Storytime Suburdit. I'm Sophia. I'm Angie. I'm Carly. And we're here to give good advice goofily, but we don't have all the answers. We only know what we'd do. So let us know what you would do in the comments. And OP says, We did everything the best we could to introduce him as my partner to my kids. And he very quickly became an amazing stepdad. They loved him so much.

He coached my son's football team, gave advice, spent quality time with all three of the kids,

and was so patient and kind.

He moved in with us a few months after, and we were so happy.

Before our son was born, we put down a payment on a new build and watched her home be built.

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